Grudge Breaker

Chapter 353 Life and Death (Autumn)
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truth?

Sang Pu pursed his lips indifferently. How could she tell him the truth when it was as sharp as a blunt knife?

Should she tell Mo Tingfeng that she knew the wife of the king's uncle was the most jealous, and because her family had deep roots in the court, although the king's uncle had many women outside every day, he never dared to bring a woman home?

Everyone in the capital city knew that in the huge Prince's uncle's mansion, apart from the personal maid brought by the wife of the emperor who was promoted to concubine, there were no other female members.

That was why she had planned so deliberately. In the month before the wedding, she followed the king's uncle everywhere and spent lavishly, just to anger the king's uncle's wife.

truth?

Oh, did she want her to tell Mo Tingfeng that she treated the book of family rules that the wife of the emperor's brother-in-law had sent to her as a warning as a punishment, and that she treated it as a treasure and almost read it to pieces before she thought of a way to put herself in solitary confinement on the wedding day.

She made such a scene in front of the mansion that it was tantamount to slapping the principal wife in the face in public. The news spread throughout the capital. Even if the king's uncle was eager to get a piece of the pie, he had to consider the reputation of his principal wife and her family, as well as the power in the court behind them, and made Sang Pu's punishment of confinement for a month a reality.

truth?

How could she tell Mo Tingfeng that the time in the cramped attic was so hard to endure? But even though her internal organs were slowly rotting and failing from the inside out, and she was enduring pain that ordinary people could hardly imagine, she did not dare to end her life.

She messed up the food and poured out the water so that no one could detect that she was on a hunger strike. She even knocked on the door from time to time, pretending that she was trying her best to survive and begging people to let her go. She was afraid that committing suicide would implicate Mo Tingfeng and make the prince realize that he had been fooled by her.

Everything is a play——

From the moment she stepped into the box of the emperor's uncle, she began to murder herself.

But how could she tell Mo Tingfeng the truth?

During the endless years in Shu, Sang Pu recalled all this countless times, and she gradually realized that with Mo Tingfeng's skills and background in the court, there were many people who wanted to protect him. Even if the king's uncle wanted to frame him, it was only a matter of time for him to escape unscathed, and he didn't need her to save him at all.

On the contrary, it was because of everything that happened between her and the king's uncle that the handsome gentleman's mind was disturbed and he became depressed.

But if I could do it again...

I'm afraid she will still do so. As a brothel girl, even if Mo Tingfeng is willing to marry her openly, how can I tarnish the reputation of a rough gem and ruin his bright future?

Her death was the best thing she could do for him.

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"Sang Pu..."

"Tell me, okay?"

Seeing that she remained silent for a long time, Mo Tingfeng felt a pain in his heart. How could he not know that she must have made such a hasty decision to get married for him; and it must have been for him that she was willing to lock herself up in the boudoir and become a kite that could no longer fly in the Prince's Mansion.

Even...it's worse than this.

That's why she kept her mouth shut.

Mo Tingfeng just wanted to hear Sang Pu say it in person, so that he could have millions of reasons to scold himself to pieces - the hatred he had for her for thousands of years was nothing but self-deception, because he couldn't find Sang Pu and he couldn't hold on, so he found a "pillar" for himself.

After all, hatred lasts longer than love. He was just too greedy and wanted to remember her forever.
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"Have you ever read the storybook, sir?"

"Script?"

Mo Tingfeng was stunned, not understanding what the story had to do with her marrying the emperor's uncle.

"In the past, when I had nothing to do in the courtyard, I read countless novels, which made me realize one thing. Any woman who has been associated with the word "brothel" will eventually end up in one of the following ways—"

"Either you are like a street rat, or even if you marry into a rich family, you can't avoid being poked and prodded by the wife every day;"

"Or like catkins, when the little money you have is gone, you become an eyesore in the corridor of your husband's house;"

"Or like faded brocade, when the color of the gorgeous clothes is lost, it is inevitable that the beauty will fade and the love will fade, and the husband will finally abandon it;"

"Or maybe you are like me, who is ignorant of the immensity of the world - I was born to be like a willow in the wind, but I want to learn to be like a winter plum blossom that stands proudly in the snow."

"The results of it?"

"It's just adding another chapter of the drama of beauty and ill-fated life to the misfortunes of this world."

Sang Pu withdrew his gaze from Mo Tingfeng's face and looked towards the painted boat on the water street not far away. From inside, he could faintly hear the singing of geishas, ​​mixed with the smell of wine, rouge and powder, which was so greasy that it made people feel uneasy.

"Sang Pu believes that you are sincere, so I cannot be with you. I don't want you to get involved with a prostitute and end up like that."

"So please don't ask me about the reason why Sang Pu married the uncle and what happened afterwards."

"It doesn't matter if it's the uncle of the emperor, the Duke of Zhao, or even an official. Sang Pu could marry anyone at that time, but not you."

Sang Pu suddenly looked at Mo Tingfeng and smiled. That smile was bright and brilliant, and it resembled Song Weichen's original appearance.

"I just didn't expect that we would meet in this way."

"I never thought that I could still fulfill our agreement of pitching pots with you, sir."

……

Mo Tingfeng's eyes were already red, and he no longer cared about anything else, such as self-discipline and being in public. He didn't care at all and hugged Sang Pu tightly in his arms.

He wanted to do this thousands of years ago, and after thinking about it for a thousand years, he finally did it.

"Sang Pu... Sang Pu... Sang Pu..."

Mo Tingfeng kept murmuring Sang Pu's name, as if he wanted to make up for this thousand years of regret.

The people of Shui Street had never seen such a Lord Si Chen before, and they all looked over in secret. Some ignorant children were very surprised to see a boy and a girl hugging each other. Five or six of them gathered around, clapping their hands and shouting, "Little girl, pick some kudzu silk,
Childhood sweetheart, picking green branches.

A strand of soft silk is woven into a knot,

Two pieces of paulownia leaves are adorned on the branches.

A knot of love, a thousand thoughts,

The intertwined branches, long memories,
Wait till the grass turns green next spring.
She tied her hair into a bun under the mulberry tree.

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Those innocent words of children made Sang Pu happy and sad. She wanted to tell those children to slightly change the words when they sang this nursery rhyme to others, and change "coming year" to "next year". After all, there is still hope for next year, but next year... next year is more like an expectation and wish that will never come true, just like their present.

Well, just like their whole life.
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After a long time, seeing the sun slanting slightly, Mo Tingfeng let go of Sang Pu.

He summoned his sword and carefully took Sang Pu's hand.

"Come on, I'll take you somewhere."

"it is good."

Sang Pu did not ask and followed obediently, but she was obviously nervous when she stood on the sword-controlling posture. For the first time, she took the initiative to hold Mo Tingfeng's hand tightly, but she was afraid that he would have to change his mind because of her cowardice, so she said some intimate words to comfort him.

"Mr. Mo, this way of traveling is quite like that of an immortal. I was asked to do it this time. But I am used to sitting in a sedan chair, so it takes some time to get used to it. You don't have to worry."

He is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.

How could Mo Tingfeng not know that she would be timid? In fact, he had already ordered people to send a small soul-carrying boat to wait in the air not far away. It was just that there were too many people on the water street and the soul-carrying boat appeared at an inopportune time, so he deliberately avoided it.

He could naturally use the flash technique, but Sang Pu was a parasitic soul after all. He was afraid that the flash technique would trigger some unknown force and make the ghost disappear, so he used the flying sword.

In a moment, the two of them were on the Soul-Carrying Boat and headed towards Luoyun Town.

It was the first time for Sang Pu to look down at the world from mid-air. It was very fresh. She clung to the edge of the boat with her delicate little hands and looked around, her heart and eyes full of curiosity. Her little girlish appearance made Mo Tingfeng think of Song Weichen.

"Weiwei was also so excited when she first rode the Soul Boat. She called it a UFO and said that maybe she could fly to the Trisolarans' hometown on it. The same was true when she first flew on a sword. She shouted all the way, saying that she had unlocked the system's golden finger and had obtained the Taoism to become an immortal."

When Sang Pu heard Mo Tingfeng mention Song Weichen, he thought of the few times they had met and the strange words that this little girl had said, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Miss Song is really different from me. Her unbridled vitality is really enviable. I am very happy that I will be her a thousand years later."

"only……"

Sang Pu looked at the flying Soul-Carrying Boat and was about to say something, but stopped himself. The current Mo Tingfeng is no longer the handsome man in fine clothes and riding a horse. He can wield a sword and kill demons. He is probably a demigod. But Song Weichen is just a mortal who has intruded into this place. How can they stay together for a long time?

"I wonder how long Miss Song will live after falling into this place?"

"Don't misunderstand, Mr. Mo. Sang Pu doesn't want to spoil your fun. I just hope you don't have to suffer the pain of separation anymore."

These words touched Mo Tingfeng's heart. He remembered that Song Weichen had told him after he had seen Sang Pu's life through the "Mirror of Remembrance" at Bei Huashan's place that Sang Pu's seal was eight words: a wedding night with many children.

Although "Sang Pu" is right in front of him at this moment, but... this seal clearly has no solution.

To put it bluntly, whether Sang Pu had enough time to return to his soul was just a side excuse. What really changed Mo Tingfeng's mood was his sense of separation. He had regarded Sang Pu and Song Weichen as two completely different people - since they were completely independent, how could he fall in love with Song Weichen because of Sang Pu, and how could he rush to marry Sang Pu just to save Song Weichen.

This is really twisted and despicable. Just thinking about this idea makes Mo Tingfeng disgusted.

In the end, he did not tell the truth to Sang Pu, and did not mention the "mark of the previous life" at all. He just said that Song Weichen's health had been getting worse day by day since she came to the Sleeping World, perhaps because she could not adapt to the climate there, but he would do everything he could to make her better.

"Weiwei often faints due to blood deficiency. You didn't eat a single grain of rice today and only drank some tea from the owner of the rouge shop. I'm really worried."

"First, I'm worried that Weiwei's health will deteriorate again due to the burden. Second, I'm also worried that you will never see her again because of this."

Mo Tingfeng felt a lump in his throat. He just thought that he was being selfish, because he knew that Sang Pu would disappear sooner or later. So right now he just hoped that she would stay with Song Weichen longer and longer.

Sang Pu suddenly realized.

"Today, whenever Master Mo passes by a food stall, he will ask me what I want. I am concerned about Miss Song's body. Not to mention that girls are careful about what they eat, but if she eats something that she cannot tolerate and gets a rash or stomachache, my one-day sin will be a thousand-day sin, so I always refuse."

"I think it's a contradiction."

"In that case, Master Mo, please take me to eat some of the food that Miss Song likes to eat. I am also curious about what kind of food such a clever and eccentric little girl likes."

These words made Mo Tingfeng feel deeply moved. Every word Sang Pu said was subtle, but he always considered Song Weichen.

It is conceivable what kind of sacrifice such a woman would have made in order to rescue him from prison thousands of years ago.

"arrive."

Trying hard to suppress the surging emotions in his heart, Mo Tingfeng pointed to the mountains not far away. There was a flat grassland halfway up the mountains, which was perfect for an outing in spring and summer.

"This is Luoyun Town, the best place to watch the sunset. Let's go to Ximanlou to enjoy the scenery and have a meal later."

"Now, I want to take you to your meadow halfway up the mountain—"

As Mo Tingfeng spoke, he took out an item from the secret box of the Soul-Removing Boat. Earlier, when they were strolling in the Water Street, he had ordered the secret guards to fetch it from Tingfeng Mansion and place it on the boat.

It was a wooden kite he had made himself.

"This is the promise I made to you a thousand years ago. I thought I would never be able to fulfill it in this lifetime."

"Sang Pu, I always regret that the kite I bought was so hasty and simple. I promised to give you a wooden kite I made the next time you fly a kite. I have always kept it in my heart."